The candlelight flickered, and the dragon's shadow stretched infinitely long.
In the vast palace, which was supposed to be filled with brightness, now lay shrouded in darkness.
The hall's doors were tightly closed.
The windows were all covered with curtains.
Inside, everything had already been cleared out, leaving only a wine table.
Ilia Danvers sat beside the table, holding a wine glass, seemingly tipsy as he looked at Julius Reed: "For thousands of years, every time we met, it was master and servant. You were high above, and I..."
He raised his head, glancing around, pointing to an empty spot in the palace: "Just there, my previous identity was Crown Prince of Mont, so I didn't have the status of Mont King. The Crown Prince wasn't too bad, just sitting at that spot, watching you."
"Do you know what I was thinking at that time?" Ilia Danvers chuckled, finishing the wine in his cup in one gulp.
